Scared to die huh? Boxing ends with a busted lip, cut on the eye and sore hands.

I am here to the death, one man standing over the other. You can pick any blade you wish below 3.5 inches.

I feel one of us will be looking down, blood on our hands as the other is on the floor shaking, his nerves and chemicals making him violently move his limbs when his soul has left his body.

Choose which pocket knife to die to.

Holy *****, you sound like a f@g who doesn't know what he's doing, trying to sound gangta' in the heat of the moment. Not only that, you deny me my weapon of choice, the clarymore by implementing the most homosexual restriction I've ever seen.